Bang that drum, initializer
Follow the crowd looking vaguely like you
It's fun when there's so many
I'd hate to be alone with those ideals

Blended culture breeds gray matter waste
Wrapped up in countless debates
Link it all with a money trail
Torture for an office and votes

Pile high the dead you leave
There's no reason to look back
Your name is now forever remembered
Along with the hate in your decrees